Monday, March 2, 2009

Raw meat

It's probably in my best interest to just not leave the house. Ever. Either that or start declining invitations by our friends to attend adult weekends where there will no doubt be alcohol involved. OR I could avoid water when I am wearing flip-flops. Add stairs to that list, avoid the stairs as well. The sad thing is, I really wasn't even drunk at this point. Somehow I had managed to avoid hurting myself after THE TEQUILA and waiting until THE TEQUILA had worn off and all that was really in my system was THE CHLORINE.This, of course is not the extent of my injuries but I figured one photo of an Ohio-weathered-dried-up-leg was all you could probably stomach since the rest of my injuries are IN PLACES.